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2001-04-24 || 4:30 p.m. || at this very minute. this is the way things are. || great things right this minute. at four-thirty p.m. : frozen yogurt, wow! boggle. being undefeated boggle champion of the greater oakland area (sorry about the big head.). dr. scholl's old lady sandals clop clop cloppin down the linoleum stairs at work. thinking up slogans to write on t-shirts/underwear. felt iron-on letters to write these slogans. washing underwear in bath tub and hanging up to dry in key spots of apartment to avoid doing laundry. scrapping bath tub laundry sessions and buying new underwear at target to avoid doing laundry. making birthday presents out of wood and paint and old life magazines. old life magazines. tampon ads from 1962. vidal sassoon ads of 1962. live version of built to spill's 'kicked it in the sun.' having an hour to go at work and deciding in a very haughty way to spend this time in the throes of diaryland. taking naps in boyfriend's bed. sunlight on the bus ride home. aaron cometbus's 'lanky.' polaroids. unfinished movie in a cardboard box in the cabinet. trying on ballgown for upcoming gala event. subjecting ballgown to a battery of tests in front of closet mirror to make sure boobs do not go flying. sleeping in tents. phone calls from sister. visits from far away people. random checks showing up in the mail. becoming one with the color lime green. grape soda. neon sign of corner store: magazines cigars. being tagged at work as the one who snorts when she laughs. borrowing cds galaxie500 brighteyes seaandcake. rides to work in the morning, sealed with too many kisses and coffee: 'i act like a retarded boy with too many kisses in the morning.' emails from aline always in all caps. cleo dawn. work ladies catfish craze. camping with sissy and dad this summer. paintings of horses. listening to friends' bands over and over for inside jokes. going outside without coats/sweaters. calculator watch tanline. singing loudly with lunch time companion on the corner of bancroft and oxford. the bad: gat-damned screamin sunburn. 'del flabbio triplets.' having run out of pairs of wearable black shoes. having a complex about big feet which makes it rather difficult to go shoe shoppin. tendonitis. having to wake up early. having too many crafty things to do and not enough energy to do them. having the drawing abilities of a cocker spaniel. all these work ladies talking ad nauseum about their periods/menopause/what's for dinner tonight. not being able to download a thing on this computer. no email, rawr. water water everywhere but not a drop of grape soda to drink. cheap-ass acrylic paint. gas 1.96 a gallon. the worst hickey ever. smoking. eating the equivalent of at least three (four?) peanut butter cups with frozen yogurt and not realizing that counts. tiredness. not keeping in touch with aline, scott, kelly, matt, joe, jason, julie, elka, sam, conchita, mum, dad, a-m, n-z. busted-up living dead stereos. shyness. the eminent threat of bathing suits. touchy friend politics. losing control of time. frustration frustration frustration. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |